Wandering down silent passageways, mind focused in depths
of music and its beautifully gentle positive thoughts.
Along the way, finding many things to think about and fill
pages in books of poetry.
A wisp of wind tickling this mind with delicate feelings
that cannot be separated from some memories that are never
forgotten on earth, walking in serendipity thoughts that
keep winking back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem